I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 283: Elves Compromise

"Eric, after resting for a night, your body is much better, right? The Elves are almost all awake; missing one or two doesn’t matter. Let’s clarify things with them."

Thomas observed Eric’s complexion kindly. Seeing his rosy face, he finally spoke with relief.

Max wanted to go find Eric early in the morning but was dragged here by Thomas first. At this moment, his face was still slightly dark.

He glanced at "Evan" in the back without leaving a trace, stepped forward, and rubbed Eric’s head: "Do you still remember him?"

"I am much better." Eric answered Thomas first, then looked at Pepsi with disgust: "Of course I remember. He is that guy called hateful Gray who followed Funa."

Michael made an "Oh" sound as if he understood, pointing at Pepsi: "Speaking of which, I remember now. That female Elf even gave Eric a lot of dried biscuits."

Pepsi looked at Eric from head to toe in disbelief. Indeed, the more he looked, the more familiar Eric seemed. At that time, he had just received news of the prince’s disappearance and was hurriedly searching everywhere with his companions. The encounter with the Snow Wolf had only left a faint mark in his memory. Who would have thought...

He shifted his gaze to Evan again, both confused and full of scrutiny.

As a human, Evan stood behind Eric to keep his distance. People who didn’t know the situation naturally thought Pepsi was looking at Eric.

Eric saw the change in the Elves’ eyes and knew that although Evan was turned into a human by the forbidden technique, other Elves could still recognize him.

It was just that without the characteristics of an Elf, Evan looked like an ordinary person, and even beastmen couldn’t see anything unusual. It was no wonder these Elves were so surprised. Thinking of his own inability to accept it last night, Eric immediately felt much more balanced.

It was just... Eric was in a bit of a difficult position. He wanted to reconcile with the Elves, but seeing the excited expressions of the Elves when they looked at Evan, he was afraid that after untying them, these Elves would reveal Evan’s identity.

Evan pulled lightly on his shirt from behind. Eric collected himself and waved his hand to retract the magic.

The twisting branches and vines slid down from the Elves’ bodies and retracted into the ground.

Being tied up all night, even Elves couldn’t stand it. They temporarily had no magic power to recover their bodies. The removal of the binding branches brought a sense of relief, but their bodies fell sideways uncontrollably. Fortunately, they held onto each other.

Since Evan suggested coming to check on his kin, he must have a plan in mind. Eric trusted his choice.

It took Pepsi a long time to stand up. He was still hesitant and undecided, but being in the Snow Wolf tribe, he suppressed the urge to look at Evan and said to Thomas:

"We launched a battle without asking clearly; we were reckless."

He placed his right hand on his waist and put the other behind his back, bowing to the Snow Wolves.

The other Elves looked at each other, indignation in their eyes. One Elf wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the Elf beside him quickly nudged him with an elbow, stopping his words.

It seemed Elves were still very smart. Seeing their behavior, Eric breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was really afraid some Elf would stand up and say the Snow Wolves had kidnapped the Elf Prince, who was standing right there... 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Thomas coughed lightly. Among those present, he was the oldest, so it was understandable for the Elves to mistake him for the chief.

"I am not the chief; this is the chief." He pointed towards Eric.

"Are you Snow Wolves joking? He’s just a cub, only a few decades old. How can he be the chief?" An Elf couldn’t help but say angrily. In his eyes, these Snow Wolves were mocking them.

Eric shrugged and said: "Although I am young, I really am the chief of the Hadu tribe. There is nothing to deceive you about."

This cub knowing nature magic was one thing, but being the chief of this tribe? Didn’t Snow Wolves always revere strength, with the strongest becoming the chief?

Even if he knew high-level magic, and it was the Nature’s Guardian which had great difficulty among high-level magics, he probably wouldn’t be a match for the Snow Wolf leader who fought them in a duel. The Elves looked at each other, their minds full of suspicion.

This Snow Wolf tribe was truly too unusual. They really didn’t understand why a cub was allowed to be the chief, nor did they understand why a Snow Wolf could use nature magic...

Since it wasn’t a joke, although Pepsi was unwilling in his heart, thinking of Evan standing behind Eric, he bowed to Eric again:

"We made a mistake. We are very sorry."

The attitude of the Elves suddenly changed one hundred and eighty degrees. Thomas was also a bit confused, but this was naturally a good thing. It was much better than his prediction before coming, where the Elves would still demand the Snow Wolves return the prince or be dissatisfied with the Du tribe merging into the Snow Wolf tribe.

Hating Elves was one thing, and Snow Wolves weren’t afraid of fighting, but the Hadu tribe had found a chance to develop with great difficulty. Thomas didn’t want to cause a war and ruin the painstaking efforts of Eric and the whole tribe.

Michael and Max also felt the Elves’ change in attitude was strange. Although the Elves suffered severe spiritual backlash from mental exhaustion during the battle and would find it hard to recover immediately, as a precaution, the two still stood behind Eric, muscles tensed all over, vigilant and ready to explode into action at any time.

Eric knew in his heart that the Elf race was hesitating for fear of hurting something precious. It seemed these Elves didn’t dare to be sure if Evan was their prince. Evan’s entire aura was like a human’s; even beastmen couldn’t see anything unusual. He had also actively concealed the traces of the divine artifact, making it hard to distinguish.

The Elves were afraid that Evan really was the Prince. Seeing Evan standing on the Snow Wolves’ side, they didn’t understand the situation clearly, so they had to hold their forces back for now.

Since they lowered their attitude, Eric wouldn’t push his luck, but the Elves were at fault after all.

"You invaded our territory and attacked my tribesmen, injuring them. You also destroyed the fields we worked so hard to plow. Naturally, we can’t just let this go."

Pepsi glanced at Evan, who showed no expression, swallowed his anger, and asked: "We can compensate."

A cold snort rang out. Michael said coldly:

"Compensate? You Elves are rich, but you can’t be so lawless. Suddenly attacking us - is a word of compensation enough? My tribesmen were all injured!"

An Elf couldn’t help but open his mouth: "But we were also injured. Fanta almost died under a Snow Wolf’s mouth!"

"You brought that on yourselves," Michael threw back.

The Elves wanted to open their mouths to retort in anger, but Pepsi raised his hand to stop his kin’s action:

"Snow Wolves, then tell us how you want to resolve this."

Michael looked towards Eric. This matter still had to be decided by Eric. If it were up to him, he should beat this group of Elves again.